"What do you think Your Highness means in this situation?"
"It means… a title—"
"Enough." She cut him off mid-sentence, her tone flat. "I don't want to hear your nonsense."
She turned slightly, her eyes flickering with something colder now—something far more perceptive.
"That maid… that so-called 'white moonlight'—" Heena's lips curled faintly, not quite a smile. "By deliberately calling her Your Highness again and again, she's saying only one thing."
Her voice dropped, almost whisper-like, yet piercing.
"In my eyes, you were never the Duchess. You're still the fallen one… the one who lost everything."
A brief pause.
"And the position of Duchess?" Heena's gaze hardened. "That belongs to me."
Silence followed.
The system blinked, still holding his head, clearly struggling to process the depth of what she just said.
"…Host," he muttered slowly, "she just used a title… and you made an entire story out of it."
Another thud.
This time louder.
